I like the sound of that.

[ The grin that spreads across Kol's face as he stares at her makes it obvious that he does.

He shifts to face her on the couch, pressing his back into the corner where the armrest and the backrest. A hand is brought up to rub at his chin as he listens to her. ]

Mmmm, don't get ahead of yourself, love. The daggers don't work on him, he's immune to them.... As they are that is.

[ Buuuuuut. ]

There's a way to change them, we can change them. We can make them work on him, or at least one of them.